The Handmaid’s Tale 
        (North American Premiere) 
        Music by Poul Ruders 
        Libretto by Paul Bentley 
        After the novel by Margaret Atwood (1985) 
        The Minnesota Opera 
        Ordway Center for the Performing Arts, St. Paul, Minnesota 
        Conductor: Antony Walker 
        Stage director: Eric Simonson 
        Set and costume designer: Robert Israel 
        Lighting designer: Robert Wierzel 
        Cast: 
        Offred, a Handmaid					Elizabeth Bishop 
        Serena Joy, the Commander’s Wife			Joyce Castle 
        Aunt Lydia						Helen Todd 
        Offred’s Commander					Gabor Andrasy 
        Offred’s Double, young Offred in the Time Before	Megan Dey-Tóth 
        
        Luke, Offred’s husband in the Time Before		Dennis Petersen 
        Nick, the Commander’s Guardian			Daniel Montenegro 
        Rita, Serena Joy’s maidservant			Anna Jablonski 
        Ofglen, a Handmaid					Tracey Gorman 
        Moira, friend of Offred				Karin Wolverton 
        Janine/Ofwarren, a Handmaid			Genevieve Christianson 
        Offred’s mother					Kathleen Humphrey 
        Doctor							Dan Dressen 
        Professor James Darcy Pieixoto			Matt Boehler 
        New Ofglen						Sandra Henderson 
        Commander X						Andrew Wilkowske 
        Moira’s Aunt						Judy Bender 
        Warren’s Wife						Karen Wilkerson 
        Offred and Luke’s daughter				Maeve Moynihan 
           
         
        
This highly anticipated production 
          by the Minnesota Opera of Margaret Atwood’s celebrated book was, by 
          any yardstick, one of the most invigorating and adventurous productions 
          I have seen in some time, with imaginative direction, a very strong 
          cast, and an insightful production team.  
        
 
        
Beginning in the year 2195 with 
          a brief narrated prologue, the stage darkens to show a brief newsreel-style 
          documentary film, reporting the assassination of Congress and the President, 
          the country’s subsequent descent into chaos, and the swift rise of a 
          totalitarian theocracy. (My one quibble with the otherwise outstanding 
          production is that I wish the film image here had been larger.) Then 
          from out of the dark recesses of the back of the stage walked Offred 
          (the extraordinary Elizabeth Bishop), with her sad, powerful opening 
          lines, "I’m sorry my story is in fragments, I’m sorry I can’t change 
          it, I’m sorry there is so much pain." 
        
 
        
And the pain comes down in torrents, 
          including scenes of Offred’s daughter and husband being torn away from 
          her, multiple hangings (with the black-hooded, orange jumpsuit-clad 
          bodies slowly lowered along the back wall of the stage), and a grim 
          "particicution" -- a "participatory execution" -- 
          in which a man accused of raping a pregnant woman is tortured, stomped 
          and kicked to death. Led by the cattle-prod-wielding Aunt Lydia (deliriously 
          played by Helen Todd), a circle of handmaids surround him after hearing 
          his crime, and are then given approximately ten seconds to do to him 
          whatever they wish. 
        
 
        
Paul Bentley’s superb libretto 
          slightly reorders the events in the book, constructed of a series of 
          flashbacks from audiotaped diaries kept by Offred, abducted years earlier 
          during the coup depicted in the opening film. Since much of the population 
          has been rendered sterile by environmental disasters, the government 
          has corralled all childbearing women, including Offred, to serve as 
          "handmaids," forced to have sex with men whose wives are childless. 
          
        
 
        
Robert Israel’s sets, inspired 
          by the work of German artist Anselm Kiefer, are filled with clinical 
          dread, amplified by Robert Wierzel’s stark lighting, often using naked 
          filament bulbs and bays of fluorescent tubes that rise and fall, mirroring 
          the ebb and flow of the music. The black walls are spattered with white 
          paint, creating a crudely assembled arena for torture, both mental and 
          physical, as we discover later. A small clapboard shed, painted white 
          with a black door, serves as the site for some of the opera’s atrocities, 
          with a huge, ethereal painting of a Madonna and child on its interior 
          back wall, a reminder of the society’s omnipresent religious core. Israel’s 
          generally effective costumes clothed cast members from "the time 
          before" in hazy chartreuse, recalling faded photographs, helped 
          by Wierzel’s nostalgic, glowing lighting. (Interestingly, the same bilious 
          green color was used for the surtitles accompanying these scenes, and 
          helped to make them clearer.) 
        
 
        
Ruders’ music is brutally effective, 
          incorporating both lyrical and shrieking vocals, huge percussion climaxes, 
          minimalist ostinatos, feverish electronic effects and bits of "Amazing 
          Grace," but the wide-ranging score also finds room for its share 
          of touching moments, such as when Serena Joy (Joyce Castle) decides 
          to show Offred a photograph for which she has pleaded. When the heartbroken 
          Offred first sees her long-lost daughter, a solitary violin echoes her 
          inner desolation. 
        
 
        
With a gaze that could melt steel, 
          Castle ignited the stage as Serena Joy, the washed-up, cigarette-wielding 
          gospel singer whose husband, the Commander, has sex with Offred. In 
          a memorable scene near the opera’s end, Serena discovers lipstick on 
          her favorite scarf, confronts Offred and denounces her as "just 
          like the other one, a slut," pacing her stark accusation with a 
          detached precision. 
        
 
        
Megan Dey-Tóth, as Young 
          Offred, had one of the score’s finest moments, a painfully touching 
          duet with her counterpart from the future -- in effect, a duet with 
          herself. Dennis Petersen managed to create sympathy as Luke, Offred’s 
          doomed husband, and Dan Dressen made the most of his bizarre scene as 
          an examination room doctor. 
        
 
        
But in many ways the night belonged 
          to the sensational Offred of Elizabeth Bishop, singing with tight focus 
          and sending her resigned voice into the far recesses of the Ordway Center. 
          Her stunning final scene was one of the evening’s highlights. Following 
          her chilling "I have given myself over to the hands of strangers," 
          delivered a cappella and dead-center, she was surrounded by members 
          of the militia and slowly escorted upstage. In a thrilling bit of theater, 
          the entire back wall slowly rose to reveal a life-size photograph of 
          a grove of phosphorescent green trees. It may have been my imagination, 
          but the color appeared to change to a natural, realistic green -- perhaps 
          reflecting some optimism -- while Offred stood silently as the orchestra 
          breathed its last haunting spasms. 
        
 
        
Using the same English-language 
          version as the recent London 
          production, the texts were generally clear, except when overpowered 
          by either the cruelly high vocal range or some of the more ferocious 
          sound barrages. Conductor Antony Walker brought all the cold, throbbing 
          details of Ruders’ score, and drew an emotionally charged and committed 
          performance from the large orchestra. The composer, touchingly recalled 
          to the stage by Maeve Moynihan (Offred and Luke’s daughter), received 
          the most enthusiastic ovation of the night, from an enthralled opening 
          night audience. This is easily one of the most shocking and powerful 
          operas in recent memory, and in its swift, surgical precision, deserves 
          to be widely produced to disseminate its all-too-timely and disturbing 
          message. 
        
 
        
Bruce Hodges 
        
© 2003